So touchy. She acted as if she had been close to Elle, which Sylar found to be unbelievable. He would've known about that. He wondered if Elle had even known about the woman standing before him, but the thought was only fleeting. There was no way to know now, so it didn't require dwelling on the subject.
The blonde was fast. It was clear the FBI training had made an impact, even in her emotional state. He had just lifted his hand when she fired shots. Sylar flared out his fingers, palm facing Veronica, and with a little concentration the bullets slowed and came to a complete stop a foot from his hand, as if stuck in the air where they hung. His dark eyes shifted from Veronica to look at the bullets and then went back to her and he offered a smile. She really had no idea who she was dealing with. "I thought you'd be smarter than this, Veronica," he said calmly. "Even dear ol' sis knew better than to fire a gun at me."
He look at her for a moment more, debated whether or not he needed her, and then decided he didn't. "Too bad, I would've loved to pick your brain," he quipped before, with a flick of his wrist, he sent the bullets flying back at Veronica - all aimed straight for her chest. Directly after he sent the bullets back toward her, he began making his way over to where her body was undoubtedly going to fall. After all, he'd have to leave his signature if he wanted the FBI to know he'd been here.